Jake's face, framed by Lazarus's hands broke into a curious smile. He looked like a kid caught stealing from the cookie car, mischievous, caught, but unapologetic. He moved his body so that there torsos were touching, and he ran his own hands along Lazarus's flanks. He was stiffening again, and he knew Lazarus would know it. He looked him in the eye as he responded, nodding as he did.
"I think the west should be the first prize we take," he said, admitting he had plans to take other districts. "Word that I've hired you is soon to spread. I want the north but taking both districts is liable to make people think we're making a power grab together. We need to space out our acquisitions as to not arise too much suspicion. After we take the north and west," and here was the juicy part, "then we remove the bitch angel from the northwest."
He studied Lazarus's reaction to his plan. He needed his support, and more importantly, he wanted his support. "Will you help me do that Lazarus?" His eyes were big and called to the other.